The mansion was so dark and quiet. There was not a single sound!
It was so quiet as though nobody was present, and Cheng Anya sat tiredly on the sofa. As she leaned back and put her hands down, the papers making up that suffocating document fell onto the floor and made a rustling sound as they rubbed against each other.
The noise finely jabbed at Cheng Anya's heart!
It was so bitter and painful!
In the dark night, her heart slowly sank.
Why did things turn out this way?
Weren't they very happy at the start?
Cheng Anya's mind slowly replayed that beautiful night—the moments they held hands in the evening sun. She was laughing very happily as he stood handsomely. The overbearing kiss in the square, the bickering over soup… All the passion and emotions for the necklace were so campy. As he held her hand and slowly walked in the moonlight… There was also that bouquet of roses… She could still smell its fragrance.
